The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

He didn't know how long he slept when he suddenly woke up from his dream. Everything in front of him was dark. He turned his head and saw only sporadic moonlight coming in through the window.

The wind has died down.

He wiped his forehead, which was covered in sweat.

"Why would I have a nightmare......" he murmured in a low voice, "but I don't know what it is about."

He leaned forward and fumbled for the remote control on the coffee table. After searching for a long time, he finally turned on the light switch.

The whole house is designed according to the living requirements of disabled people, so her husband chose this place. The previous tenant had gone abroad, and the landlord was also abroad and was in a hurry to sublet the house, so he rented it to them at a low price.

Often it was inconvenient to turn on the light, so her husband extended the lamp cord a lot so that he could turn on the light directly while sitting on the sofa.

The sudden light forced him to close his eyes. Tears welled up in his eyes due to the stimulation. His long eyelashes seemed to glow in the warm yellow light. His eyes finally adapted to the light. He opened his eyes and the doorbell rang.

"Husband?" Ling Si shouted towards the door, "Don't you have your keys? Wait for me."

The doorbell stopped ringing at his voice. The sofa was higher than the wheelchair seat, so it was easier to sit on it and it took less time.

He pushed his wheelchair to the door. The person outside seemed impatient and the doorbell rang more and more urgently.

"coming."

The doorbell was still ringing. Ling Si's hand on the door handle paused and he retracted it as if he had been electrocuted. His wheelchair unconsciously moved backwards.

"who are you?"

The door handle was shaking, and the person outside seemed to be very anxious to come in. Ling Sixin's heart was in his throat, and in the tense atmosphere, the sound of a foreign object inserted into the door lock was amplified countless times.

Ling Si pretended to be calm, took out his phone and punched in a few numbers, "Who are you? If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

The person outside the door was still eager to break down the door, and did not slow down at all because of his threat.

Just when Ling Si was about to press the alarm button, the noise outside the house stopped, followed by a burst of messy footsteps, and the person seemed to be going downstairs.

"Who are you? What are you doing in front of someone's door?!"

It was his neighbor's questioning voice. The man didn't answer and ran away quickly.

Ling Si was still nervous, and then his neighbor knocked on his door.

The neighbor's voice came through the door: "Hello, your husband said your water heater is broken, and asked me to help check it out. I was busy during the day and didn't make it in time."

He looked down at his phone and saw a message from his husband among the unread messages. The content was similar to what the neighbor said. When the neighbor came, he asked him to open the door.

He felt relieved and opened the door, only to be met with his neighbor's expression, which was a little strange, like excitement and nervousness.

At this moment, all those expressions were frozen on their faces.

Ling Si pushed the wheelchair aside and said to the neighbor, "Come in."

The neighbor put his hand out of his trouser pocket and put it behind his back, as if he hadn't reacted yet. "Oh, OK."

The two looked at each other in silence, and the atmosphere of embarrassment spread. The neighbor was the first to react and scratched his head: "Um, where is your water heater?"

"In the bathroom." Ling Si pointed in a direction.

Then she took him there. The neighbor's tall stature made the bathroom seem particularly small, which was also a point that Ling Si was not satisfied with. It was not very convenient for her husband to take a bath in the bathroom every time.

The neighbor carefully checked the water heater, took out a few tools from his pocket, tightened a few screws, and removed the outer casing.

He turned his back to Ling Si and spoke casually, "What's wrong with your leg? I don't mean to offend you, it's okay if you don't answer."

"It's okay, don't worry." Ling Si thought there was nothing to be shy about. He seemed to have never met anyone who looked at him strangely because of his legs. "I got sick, and then I couldn't stand up. I'm used to it."